Bob's love

For years Bob the Boeing 767 flew fat mid aged Americans across the country never asking why or if he could ever have another purpose. Bob was under appreciated, people left their trash in him, let their babies travel in him, and shit inside of him...  literally. Bob tried to find meaning in his seemingly meaningless life but always came up short. He dreamt of being like other planes like the f-22 raptor. He wanted to be a military fighter jet but he was too big and slow, he'd get shot down in a minute. Bob turned to the only friend he knew, bill the Boeing 767, he would tell bill of his dreams and how he longed for more in his life. Bill also wanted more he wished to help people or to help protect crops against bugs, bill dreamt small. The one thing their dreams had in common was love. They were just airplanes they never thought they could love or be loved. They were wrong. June 12, 2001 bob and bill were flying over New York City that's when they spotted the loves of their lives. Bob fell nose over tail wings for the north tower and bill fell for the south tower. Over the next few months Bob and bill the Boeing 767 loved the towers from afar, they knew they could never be together. One day on September 11, 2001 they destinations were changed they found themselves heading towards their loves. Bob and bill were ecstatic they were about to be with their loves. Bob was the first to unite with his love the northern tower. They melded into a burning passionate embrace. Their love was burning hot and couldn't control themselves and came to the ground still enthralled in each other. Bill soon melded with his love the southern tower. They too became a passionate embrace and soon the entire city was covered in the remnants of their loving embrace, the city was covered in their white mess.